The Vampire King’s Nanny (The Vampire King Chronicles Book 7)

by T. S. Ryder

  "He's going to kill you," Wanda blurted, finally finding her voice. "Adam is going to tear you to shreds, and when he's done, there won't even be a body for them to find."

  Jonas chuckled. At any other time, he would have hit her for daring to speak back to him, but he knew he held all the cards. Wanda tried to free herself unsuccessfully. He grabbed her by the neck and pulled down her collar, revealing the scars he had given her.

  "You always belonged to me," he whispered. "And you always will. My brand will always be there."

  "Where is Melissa?" Christopher demanded.

  Jonas cast him a disdainful glance and gestured behind him. Two of the guards left the garage through a door into the main house and returned with Melissa pinned between them. Her eyes were wide frightened, but she looked none the worse for wear. When the guards released her, she ran into Christopher's arms. When she saw Wanda, she froze.

  "What did you do?"

  "Are we free to leave?" Christopher asked, wrapping his arms around her.

  Jonas nodded.

  Melissa pulled back a little. "What did you do?"

  Christopher ignored the question, picking her up and running back to the car. Wanda watched them go silently. Dread filled her, but she pushed it back little by little, focusing on her situation. Jonas wanted to use her against Adam? Well, she would just have to find a way to make sure that couldn't happen. She had always been able to escape before. No matter where they put her, she would get out. She would make her way back to Adam.

  And Jonas would pay for what he had done.

  Chapter Eleven – Adam

  Jonas's house was utterly empty. Adam and his men searched it for almost an hour and found nothing. From the state of it, it looked like it had been empty for almost two weeks.

  This was more than a tip-off. This was planned. Jonas expected him to come and took steps ahead of time to make sure that he wasn't going to be caught. Frustration and anger welled in Adam, but he couldn't deny that he had been outsmarted in this instance. Still, Wanda's testimony was not for nothing. He would still get Jonas in jail on all charges.

  "I want an APB out on Jonas and all of his associates," he ordered as they left the house. "I want that vampire found."

  He threw himself back into his vehicle, grinding his teeth together. Where had he taken the drugs and girls? He hadn't fled town after his arrest; Adam had seen him around.

  I should have just kept him in the dungeons, he thought bitterly. I should never have released him on bail.

  His cell phone beeped. Adam checked it; it was a text message from Christopher. Adam's heart stopped beating. All it said was, He has her. Go alone, and an address, but that was enough. Christopher delivering a kidnapping demand? Jonas must have them both and be using Christopher's phone.

  Go alone.

  Adam growled under his breath. If Jonas had Wanda and his brother… He had to do as instructed. He couldn't lose them. He stuffed the phone into his pocket and closed his eyes as the vehicle pulled away from Jonas's house. If this was how it was going to be, then it would be so. But the question remained: what did Jonas want? It had to be more than just keeping himself out of jail. Money? Power? Freedom to keep running his drugs?

  No matter. Adam let out a breath. He'd know soon enough.

  ***

  Jonas had a cocky, arrogant smirk on his face when Adam barged into the house he had been directed to. He pulled in a deep breath and smelled the distinctive perfume that Wanda liked to wear. Fury flooded his chest and he wanted to attack on the spot. He glowered at Jonas, making the smirk falter.

  "Where is Wanda?"

  "Safe." Jonas pulled himself up. "With the rest of my girls."

  Adam growled. "You disgusting pervert."

  "Pervert? I give them jobs, shelter, food. They were all living on the streets when I found them. And I certainly do not dabble sexually with them or permit my men to touch them." Jonas actually looked affronted. "I am not a pervert."

  "What do you want?" Adam didn't care what the pervert claimed. If he got that chance, he'd rip the other vampire's head off.

  Jonas smiled, back in control. "Well, what I've wanted from the start… I thought that I could provoke you to anger, to do something that would be unforgivable to turn the public against you, but apparently your temper has been overstated. What I want is for you to step down from being the king. I want you to give me the crown."

  Adam laughed, too surprised by this to take it seriously. "Why would I do that?"

  "Publically, because I am a savvy businessman and I can pull our struggling economy back from the brink. Unofficially… because I will kill Wanda and all the other humans in my employ if you don't."

  At that moment, Adam wanted nothing more than to rip off Jonas's head. He started forward with a snarl on his lips but just managed to stop himself. Jonas probably had given orders to kill the girls if anything happened to him. As much as he wanted to kill him, Adam couldn't risk it.

  "Nobody will accept that. If you try, you'll have a civil war on your hands in no time."

  Jonas shrugged. "If you don't do as I say, then you'll have a dead Wanda on your hands. Which one are you more willing to risk?"

  Adam growled again. He sucked in a deep breath and nodded reluctantly. For the first time in what felt like forever, he had someone who didn't fear him, who looked at him and saw who he was, not the demon-king he was reported to be. He couldn't let anything happen to her.

  "And my brother?" he pressed. "You'll release him from—"

  "Release him?" Jonas barked out a laugh. "You think he's my prisoner? No. He's the one who handed the girl over to me in the first place."

  Ice flooded Adam's veins. Christopher had betrayed him? No! It couldn’t be! Christopher would never have done that. He opened his mouth to tell Jonas that he knew he was lying, but before he could, the doors leading into the room burst open. Wanda, followed by a half-dozen girls carrying weapons that ranged from kitchen knives to knitting needles, streamed in.

  "We don't belong to you," she shouted. She caught sight of Adam and her eyes widened. "Adam, kill him! Kill him now!"

  All the girls let out wild screeches and attacked the vampires with their pitiful weapons. Jonas let out a strangled yelp, shock flashing over his face. A vampire grabbed one of the girls with a knitting needle and Wanda sunk her steak knife into his arm. As he howled, the needle girl stabbed her weapon through his eye. The vampire stumbled back as blood spurted into the air.

  Adam leaped into the fray. The girls cut and stabbed with all their strength but the vampires were far stronger. Their initial attack may have drawn blood, but the tide turned quickly.

  Jonas growled and lunged for Wanda. Red washed over Adam's vision. With a roar, he tore his suit jacket apart, freeing his range of motion. He was on Jonas before the other vampire knew what hit him. Knee to stomach, elbow to the back of the neck. Jonas fell. Adam turned to the next vampire.

  All the noise seemed to fade into the background. Adam's heartbeat remained steady and even, the rage and fury washing away as he methodically grabbed first one vampire, then the next. Fist to kidneys. Take a knife from one of the girls. Slid it through a vampire's ribs. Next attacker. Grab the head, slam it against the wall. Twist sharply as the vampire dropped. Next one, knitting needle up under the ribs. The vampire grabbed a girl as a shield. Break both arms, wait for the girl to slip away, tear open vampire's throat.

  When the last vampire dropped, Adam came back to himself. He stared around at the carnage as if waking from a dream. Bile rose in his throat, and his hands began shaking.

  "No," he whispered. The taste of blood was strong in his mouth.

  The berserk blood rage hadn't taken over him since the last battle he had been in. He didn't want to be this… this mindless killing machine: the beast that used his anger and temper to defeat his enemies when it might have been able to be resolved peacefully…

  A hand laid on his arm. Adam jumped, then glanced down to see Wanda. Her e
yes were wide like saucers, but she still wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. He embraced her back, shoulders shaking. The other girls stared at him in shock and fear, but they weren't cowering from him.

  "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry."

  "For what?" one of them said, her voice hushed. "You saved us."

  Adam blinked. He looked around again. Some of the vampires groaned, in pain and maimed, but not dead. He hadn't killed them all? His arms tightened around Wanda. She was here. There wasn't a scratch on her. The other girls looked worse for wear, but he hadn't hurt any of them. The other vampires had attacked, but he had protected them.

  The king swallowed hard. "I… didn't hurt any of you."

  "No." Wanda cupped his face in her hands. "You saved us."

  Relief washed over him. With a cry that was half-triumphant, half-sob, he wrapped his arms around her again. He wasn't a mindless killing machine. He didn't always hurt those he loved. Unexpected tears filled his eyes as Wanda clung to him. He wasn't what he had always feared – and it was time to let go of the past and move on… to the future.

  Chapter Twelve – Wanda

  Several weeks after Jonas was taken down for good, Wanda was outside, eagerly struggling through Harry Potter when a car pulled up to the front of the palace. Christopher and Melissa got out of it. Wanda bolted upright, jaw dropping. There had been no sight of the king's brother since that day. He looked better rested than when she had seen them then, but he was grim-faced. Melissa clung to his hand as they headed in.

  Wanda jumped to her feet. Adam had been terribly hurt by Christopher's actions, and now he was back. What did he want? Did he think that he was just going to get off scot-free? Her lips pursed tight and hands clenching, she followed the two in. Christopher walked fast, and Wanda was out of breath by the time she caught up – right outside of Adam's office.

  "What do you think you're doing?" Wanda hissed at him at the same time as a joyful cry came from inside the office.

  They stepped in and Lena threw herself at Christopher. She hugged him tightly. Wanda skirted them and stood by Adam. The king was utterly frozen, anger and grief mingling on his face. He reached his hand over to Wanda and she took it, squeezing gently.

  She scowled at Christopher. Hadn't he done enough? Why come back and put Adam in this position?

  "Adam," Christopher said stiffly. He stepped past his mother, releasing Melissa's hand. "I know that what I did was… I'm here to turn myself in. I will accept whatever judgment you pass on me. But I want you to know I would have done it again. I love Melissa, and I had to save her no matter the consequences. I'm sorry that I put Wanda in danger, but—"

  Adam held up his hand, silencing his brother. He stood slowly, hand still in Wanda's. She squeezed again but had no idea what he was going to do.

  "Adam, he's your brother," Lena said. "Your brother."

  Adam didn't reply to that. He rounded the desk, only releasing her hand when their arms were stretched out to the fullest. The air was thick with tension as he stepped up to his brother. Christopher shivered but stood straight and tall. He swallowed and nodded, clearly expecting Adam to do something horrible.

  The king put his hands on his brother's shoulders. "Christopher. I've been so worried for you."

  He pulled him into an embrace. Christopher's eyes widened, shock flitting over his face. Adam held him tightly like he was never going to let go. Lena smiled. Wanda frowned, but, after a moment, nodded. Maybe Christopher had betrayed him and would be punished for it, but Adam still loved his brother. There had been enough pain. It was time for the healing to begin.

  "You could have told me," he said. "I would have given you the money."

  Christopher sniffed, eyes shining with tears. "I didn't think you would care."

  Adam flinched at that. "And that is my mistake. I should never have been so cold that you would think that. I am going to have to have you prosecuted, you know. But given the circumstances, I think the judge will be understanding." He released his brother and smiled at Melissa. "And how soon will it be before I have a niece or nephew?"

  That was a rather nosy question, Wanda thought, but Melissa answered with a small smile of her own. "Six months."

  Lena clapped her hands. "I'm going to be a grandmother! Oh, this is so exciting. We have to celebrate at once. Come on." She linked arms with Melissa. "You'll have to tell me all about yourself. Come along, Christopher. We have a lot to talk about."

  Wanda suppressed a snort. She followed them to the door, but Adam had returned to his desk. Warmth spread through her as she looked at him, and she locked the door. Adam noticed and glanced up at her with a half-smile on his face.

  "He's lucky to have a brother like you," she said. "Someone warm and sensitive."

  Adam snorted. "Me, sensitive?"

  "Yes." Wanda wandered over to the desk and pulled herself up onto it. She pressed her feet to Adam's thighs. "You are. And you know what? Seeing you be so sensitive… it really turns me on."

  Adam's eyes darkened as his smile widened. He cupped his hand under her legs. "Oh, really?"

  "Mmmm. Really."

  He slid a hand up under her skirt, long fingers tracing her thigh gently. He leaned forward, kissing between her breasts, and wrapped his hand around her thigh. Wanda let her eyes drift closed and moaned softly. Adam's mouth lifted to hers, and Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He swept a hand over the desk, knocking everything off. His intent was clear, and Wanda laughed giddily, right there with him. She lifted her hips so he could remove her underwear, all the while grinning wildly. She had never been happier in her life.

  They had been sleeping in the same bed, naked, ever since he saved her from Jonas, and things had gotten quite heated. But they had not gone all the way yet. Now, though, Wanda held nothing back. She fumbled with Adam's belt, all but tearing his pants off, while he ripped open her shirt, pushing her bra up and out of his way.

  As he took one nipple and then the other into his mouth, Wanda groaned. She hugged his hips with her knees and let out a breathless laugh.

  "I love this," she said, finding him with her hand. He moaned as she began moving, using the tricks she had been learning for the past few weeks. "I love your mouth on my skin and I love knowing what you like."

  One of his hands tugged at her underwear; she paused her motions to help him remove them, then went back to her work.

  "And I love when you shudder and arch your back when I do this."

  He traced his thumb in a circle, making her do just as he predicted. Her eyes fluttered as she continued to pleasure him, moaning as his motions narrowed in further. Hot, tight knots filled her, sending shivers all through her body. A low groan vibrated from Adam's throat; they were both so close together.

  He flashed her a grin and arched a brow. "Do you want me to—"

  "Yes." She laughed giddily. "Yes, I want you."

  He pressed a searing kiss to her mouth and pushed in slowly. Bursts of pleasure shot through her, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. There was a slightly uncomfortable feeling of being stretched too wide, but she felt so good that she didn't want it to stop. Adam began moving, oh-so slowly at first, but soon picked up speed.

  Wanda's head flung back. She cried out every time they came together, her hands clutching at his, her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper. Adam chuckled, kissing her lips gently. The knots tightened further, fire spreading through her body. Adam's movements became harder, faster, and she screamed as the knots exploded, sending wave after wave after wave coursing through her. Adam grunted in time with his movements before collapsing over her.

  Her fingers trailed through the sweat on his body, a delighted sigh escaping from her throat. "Wow. That was better than I expected."

  "Better? Good." Adam pushed himself to his elbows. "But it can be better than that even."

  Wanda moaned at the thought, pressing herself against him. "Really? Well, maybe we can stay at this level for a while. Keep
giving me something to look forward to."

  Adam chuckled. "Oh, really?"

  "Really."

  His gaze was warm as it traced over her face. He kissed her again. "I love you, you know," he whispered.

  "I know." She ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you, too."

  *****

  THE END

  My Shifting Billionaire Boss

  Description

  A BBW in need of an adventure PLUS a sexy billionaire Werewolf Shifter PLUS a dark secret hidden in a tower!

  Agatha Portman had spent years secretly lusting after her very handsome and rich boss, Henry Crane. After finding him naked in her back yard, the morning after a huge wolf was spotted in town, Agatha starts to wonder if there isn't something more to the secretive billionaire.

  Now Henry's bastard brother, Marcus, has come to town and if he doesn't get what he wants, Agatha will be the one to pay the price.

  Henry takes Agatha under his protection, but it might not be enough. Henry holds a powerful book of magic and Marcus won’t stop until it’s his. It doesn’t matter what it takes or who he could hurt.

  Can any woman survive being caught between two shape-shifting brothers? Agatha will have to find out. Nightfall is coming and Marcus with it. Now Henry has to protect Agatha and the book of ancient magic as his brother closes in.

  Chapter One

  It was way too hot for March. The high that day had been seventy-eight degrees. For the last three nights, Agatha Portman had slept with her windows open so the cool night air could caress her skin. It was late when she finally left the gym, but she kept her car windows down so she could breathe in the primal smell of the forest at night.

  She was wearing a pair of black workout pants and a loose t-shirt that was damp with sweat from a tough forty-minute spin class. Not that it mattered, no matter how hard she tried it seemed she was never going to lose those last fifteen pounds.